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Ankle deep in the ashes of genesis, we came upon it.
Choirs despair; voices rife with terror-
Tremor about us that home is but a distant rock among the stars.

Confronted by an artifact of god in desolate open space,
It’s what we don’t know that scares us the most,
Offers us existential insignificance.

What import bear we, pretenders of divine instruction?
This planet is swallowed in an endless spatial vortex,
while we preach of being chosen and created.

Star Child, we're trying to breathe, trying to reach you.

This mission is too important
To allow ourselves to jeopardize. It's time to evolve!
Confronted by an artifact of god.
Submerged in oceans of divine nihilism. Trying to breathe.

Star Child, we’re trying to breathe, trying to reach you.
We are searching for reasons that we don't know exist
By asking empty questions.

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